That's not even the wackiest dream I've ever had. A few months back I had a dream I was walking around downtown. I think I then got into a confrontation with some homeless guy, and then ended up throwing a bottle at him. He chased me into some store, and I ran down a flight of stairs. Suddenly I was in this weird sort of dojo, but it still looked like a store. Like, it was all bright and had wood paneling, and these big windows and natural lighting, and it kind of looked like a sporting goods store. Anyway, there were all these hot girls standing around wearing tight t-shirts and shorts. They kind of looked like Hooters waitresses. And there was this one guy standing in the middle of the room, sort of on a raised platform, who I guess was supposed to be the master of this sporting goods dojo. He looked like some type of heavy metal hippie. Like, he had a jean jacket on, and black t-shirt, and had long hair, but the vibe he gave off was like he was some kind of guru type hippie guy. And he was pissed off that I (and some other guy who just showed up out of nowhere) had interrupted his class. And all the Hooters waitress type girls are hanging on his every word, because they're in his entourage or something. Anyway, he was all amped up and ready to go, and said something like if we want to stay, we have to fight. I can't remember what happened after that, like if I had to fight one of his fighters or not, but at one point he started fighting a bunch of guys. And he was just going off on them like he was Bruce Lee, doing that "wooooo" sound Lee used to do, he's flying through the air, doing air kicks, bodies are all over the place, etc. So I then started to run, and like most dreams, I ended up in a completely different place, this time my parent's basement. So I ran to the laundry room, and hide behind the dryer, but I could still see through the door and see what was happening outside. And these two guys suddenly flew past me, carried away by lighting, and the dojo master hippie heavy metal guru guy was flying through the air like Raiden in Mortal Kombat. I then decided to make a break for it and leave the laundry room, but I think he saw me and he was still kicking ass, and then I woke up.
This shit can't be.........dreamed..........you're making it up